Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Watch this book trailer if you dare! We're so excited about You Will Call Me Drog by Sue Cowing that we want to give you a FREE BOOK! All you need to do is post the You Will Call Me Drog book trailer on your website or blog and leave a link in the comments section below before Wednesday, September 7.
If you don't have a blog, you can simply "like" the book trailer on YouTube and then Tweet "Watch this book trailer if you dare! I can't wait to read YOU WILL CALL ME DROG from @LernerBooks http://bit.ly/nJf41d #contest." Winners will be announced here on the blog on Thursday, September 8.
Make sure to check out the great discussion guide and free downloads for You Will Call Me Drog by clicking here.
Here are what a few of our favorite authors are saying about You Will Call Me Drog:
"Drog gives new meaning to the phrase 'hand-puppet' as he attaches his ancient self to a bewildered boy in this inventive tale of puppetry and empowerment." --Richard Peck
"I could come up with a boatload of glitzy stuff to say about You Will Call Me Drog. Truly, it would be a pleasure. But I'm going to keep it simple. I loved this book because it engaged my emotions. And that's why I read, to be moved, to be touched. This book doesn't need glitz. It stands on its own. Loved it." --Graham Salisbury, author of Under the Blood-Red Sun
"What a great book! Drog is the anti-Pinocchio of middle school. He tells the truth! But reader beware: DROG is hard to put down. A laugh out loud story about a sassy puppet and the boy who gloved him. (Sorry, Drog made me do it!!) Kudos, Sue Cowing. You pulled it off!" --John H. Ritter, author of The Boy Who Saved Baseball
"Strange, Creepy, Amazing! Parker's life is a blend of everyday reality and complete, unexplainable weirdness. All he wants is to find a way to be himself. " --Kathleen Duey, National Book Award finalist
It's been too long since I've called for submissions, so here goes.
Until the end of September, I will be accepting electronic submissions of YA novels with the following exceptions (based not on prejudice so much as on what I've got brewing in the lab already):
1. I'm not considering dysto/post-apocolypto books.
2. If your book can be sung to the tune of a song by The Police, please make sure it's not “Don't Stand So Close to Me.”
3. If your books is more than 60,000 words, please don't send it.
4. Unlike that little kid in the movie, I don't read dead people. No narrators from beyond the grave.
5. If you have superpowers, I have kryptonite. Stay away.
6. I don't do high fantasy. Here there be no dragons.
That's it. Otherwise, just follow the directions here to send your book. Don't fuss over the query; fuss over the first page. I look forward to seeing your books!
Note: Let me say again, I have no problem per se with the books that I've disqualified above. In most cases, I'm disqualifying what I already have. Lab is small. I don't generally do lots of books in the same subgenre.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Congratulations to Angel, Cherie, Alice, @CaraghMOBrien, @FLBoyzmom, @JoannaMarple, and @TinaLynn510! You've all won a signed copy of Brooklyn, Burning by Steve Brezenoff! I'll be contacting you shortly with more details.
When I walked out of my apartment this morning, the air felt like fall. And at least one college student I know is back in class starting today! No time to waste... I'm off to enjoy some of your summer song suggestions while I still can!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The music I listen to tends to vary with the seasons, so about this time every year I'm making the very most of my summer favorites. In the summer, I tend to want to hear upbeat music with a catchy hook. The kind of music that's liable to make me dance a little in my chair while I'm sitting here at work.
This summer? As far as I'm concerned, the theme song has been "She's Enough" by Atmosphere.
Over a year ago (before the book even had a title), author Steve Brezenoff posted his official playlist for Brooklyn, Burning, which takes place over the course of two summers. When he posted the list only a handful of people had been lucky enough to read the manuscript, and I was one of them. I was really looking forward to helping him promote the book, so I loved getting a sense of what he'd been listening to while he was writing it.
I'm so excited that the book is out that I'm hosting a giveaway! In honor of the launch party for Brooklyn, Burning (Friday, August 26, at 7:30 pm at Magers & Quinn here in Minneapolis), I'm giving away seven signed copies of Brooklyn, Burning. To enter the contest, all you have to do is leave a comment below with your favorite song of summer. Or you can post the following on Twitter: "RT to win a signed copy of Brooklyn, Burning from @CarolrhodaLab on the Carolrhoda Blog http://bit.ly/gHCxrA! #brooklynburningcontest." The winners will be announced here on the blog next Monday, August 29.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Ashley Hope Pérez has an enlightening (if you’re inclined toward DIY) post on scanning one’s personal library. Ashley’s moving to Paris, and so like any book lover, her mind turns to these things (hopefully after it has turned to wine and pastries and bistros and museums, etc.).
I’m not moving anywhere, but I have had a similar fantasy about having all my favorite books on my iPad. I was reading Brian Farrey’s eye-opening novel With or Without You before bed the other night. Brian writes movingly about painting and art, and one passage made me think immediately of a passage in one of my favorite novels ever, Nabokov’s Pnin. So I got out of bed and dug up my paperback of Pnin so I could find the passage, all the while cursing that I had neither Brian’s book nor Nabokov’s on the iPad that was sitting by my bed. (I do not like getting out of bed once in.)
But on my way to finding the passage I was thinking of (for fans, it’s the description of Professor Lake and his philosophy of painting), I stumbled on to another passage—one of the most important in the novel:
“Unless a thin film of flesh envelopes us, we die.” You know, I think this might also apply to novels. If all the worlds of all my books, with all their subtle references to, relationships with, and repudiations of each other, were separated by no more than the illusory binary barriers that separate files rather than the impermeable covers, shelves, and floors that separate them in my house, what would happen to their “tender egos”?
I’m not being entirely factious. I love books for their self-contained universes. I worry about what happens to the discreteness of those universes when there is nothing to prevent me from barging through every thin place, every interdimensional wormhole I encounter. It seems that every step toward pervasive electronic books reveals another way in which paper books are perfect technology.
PS: If you haven’t seen the new covers for the Vintage Nabokov paperbacks, do check them out. They’re gorgeous and they kind of get at what I’m saying.